Looking into your eyes I am forced to remember,
all of those years ago when you first caught my heart.
So fragile and warm your touch so cold in my hand,
a feeling of knowing somehow I would love you.
The time was not ready for us to be as one,
too much pain yet to be felt inside.
Stars becoming the light in darkness’s touch,
emptiness bound to be discovered before our fall.
A kiss so long I have waited to know,
yet somehow just hiding for a time as this.
In your eyes I see the days to come so close,
breathing one heart our lives melting as hope.
You smile at me now when before I was an illusion,
seen only in the rain as my body was covered.
Water has taken me into your arms bearing my soul,
sacrificing what was once never able to be known.
Holding back long years awaiting this reason we bleed,
shades of tomorrow colored in this hew of destiny.
Waterfalls and butterflies crying for this to see,
open eyes closed only to realize the way.
A path set upon the very feelings our emotions taste,
making this love what was meant to be so long before.
Johnny Newell
all of those years ago when you first caught my heart.
So fragile and warm your touch so cold in my hand,
a feeling of knowing somehow I would love you.
The time was not ready for us to be as one,
too much pain yet to be felt inside.
Stars becoming the light in darkness’s touch,
emptiness bound to be discovered before our fall.
A kiss so long I have waited to know,
yet somehow just hiding for a time as this.
In your eyes I see the days to come so close,
breathing one heart our lives melting as hope.
You smile at me now when before I was an illusion,
seen only in the rain as my body was covered.
Water has taken me into your arms bearing my soul,
sacrificing what was once never able to be known.
Holding back long years awaiting this reason we bleed,
shades of tomorrow colored in this hew of destiny.
Waterfalls and butterflies crying for this to see,
open eyes closed only to realize the way.
A path set upon the very feelings our emotions taste,
making this love what was meant to be so long before.
Johnny Newell
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